Dance
A poem about mental health and self-service check-outs...
Dance was written during lockdown. It was originally written in the third-person but as I am now comfortable owning my bi-polar diagnosis I have rewritten it in the first person... as it's all about me!
Dance
I dance with the checkout girl in the small supermarket
Who is always elegant with shining nails.
We shimmy around each other, distance metered
As she sets free the wine,
Proving that self service is not something I can manage,
Not before, not now, and assumedly not ever.
About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Neurodivergent, working-class writer and artist diagnosed with Bipolar. Based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. MA in Creative Writing. Currently waitressing while finishing my novel.
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